Breaking Perfect (20 page)

The pain faded and she tried not to panic. Her gaze shot to
the clock. Mason would be home in a few minutes. Her scalded fingers trembled
as she turned the water off and on three more times then examined the damage.
Not too bad. A little pink, a little puffy.

She needed to get a hold of herself. She couldn’t go back to
the past.
 
Her life was in the
present.
 
It had to be.

When dinner was prepared she set the table and rushed
upstairs to freshen up. She inspected the rooms after her shower. Sean was in
Mason’s study with the door closed.

Sitting at her vanity she twisted and pinned her blond curls
high on her head, exposing the long line of her neck. No earrings today. Her
white linen elephant pants hid her figure up to her hips where they fitted to
her waist. She threw on a loose fitting black cowl neck blouse to drape in
voluminous folds and hid her shape.

She fought the urge to run to the third floor and hide in
shame.
 
On her way back downstairs she
quickly passed the now empty study and stepped back to inspect the room.
Magazines were out of place and the remote control wasn’t perpendicular to
Mason’s chair. Liberty fixed the items and shut the door, opening and closing
it twice more before turning away.

When she reached the foyer she stood on the third tile, nine
feet exactly and folded her hands. Her thumb fondled her burned fingers and she
pressed into the pain. The sharp throb the pressure created eased her anxiety
and helped her focus, helped her pretend that nothing untoward had happened.

But the sound of Mason’s Mercedes pulling up the drive had
her heart racing. She needed to calm down. The garage door closed and she took
a deep breath. The knob clicked and for a moment in time she saw her
stepfather, Eric, walk through. Her mind shook away the frightening image of
the ghost of her past and smiled with trembling lips as she saw her husband.

Mason smiled. “Hey, beautiful, how was your day?”

“Good. How was yours?”

He dropped his newspaper on the side table and removed his
coat. When he turned he smiled at her again. “How about a kiss?”

Liberty released her hold on herself and went to him. Mason
looked down at her with loving eyes and cupped the side of her face with gentle
hands. “I missed you,” he whispered as his soft lips pressed into hers. Smiling,
he tenderly licked at her mouth and some of her tension washed away. “Did you
have fun playing with Sean today?”

Liberty tensed. Images of Sean’s large hand dwarfing her tiny
breast played through her mind. Mason pulled back and looked down at her,
obviously catching her reaction. “Liberty?”

She fumbled trying to find a reply. “I made grilled tilapia
with mango salsa.”

“Sounds perfect. Do I have time to change?”

“Of course.” She took his coat and hung it in the closet.
After she gathered his papers she turned and froze. Sean stood at the top of
the high stairs watching them. His eyes seemed to be on her, but also watching
Mason. Would he tell?

“Hey, Sean, enjoy your day?” Mason called as he moved up the
stairs.

Sean’s body relaxed as he looked toward her husband. The
release of Sean’s gaze catapulted her into action and took advantage of that
moment to flee to the kitchen. She didn’t need to hear his reply.

Dinner was quiet. Mason held up most of the conversation
while she and Sean only offered abrupt, one or two word replies. After she
cleared the table she brought out coffee for the boys and excused herself to go
clean up the dishes. When she returned to the dining room Mason and Sean were
both laughing and leaning back in their chairs, seeming at ease.

Mason’s gaze found hers and he smiled. “You all done, baby?”
She nodded. “What do you say we watch a movie? Sean, you want to join us?”

Sean hesitated a moment and sat up. “Ah, you know, I think
I’m gonna hit the sack if you don’t mind, but you two have fun.”

“You sure?” Mason asked.

“Yeah. I’ll see you two in the morning.”

When they made their way upstairs Liberty turned and noticed
Sean’s door was tightly closed. Mason accepted the hand that she offered him,
the hand that didn’t bear evidence of her earlier perfidy, and led her to the
entertainment room. She curled up on a recliner as Mason set up the movie. It
was a sci-fi flick and Liberty wasn’t really much of a fan of that genre so she
began to daydream.

Halfway through the movie Mason touched her cheek and turned.
“Do you want to go to bed, Lib?”

“The movie’s not over.”

“Yeah, but you aren’t watching it. Where are you?”

“I was just thinking.”

“About what?” he asked softly, no longer watching the screen,
his attention solely on her.

“Things I shouldn’t be thinking of.”

“I’m sorry you had a difficult day, Lib. That was my fault. I
shouldn’t have made you stay in bed.”

“I wanted to stay. I…I hate that something I enjoyed…” She
frowned as she tried to find the words to explain how much she hated what she
had.

“Shh. Don’t worry. I get it. You don’t need to explain it to
me. We’ll try to be a little more proactive in the future, that’s all. Try to
avoid situations that can backfire. It’s over. Don’t stress yourself out.”

She nodded, knowing he was right, but there were other things
on her mind as well. She wished she could shut off her brain.

He tugged her hand. “Come here. Let me hold you. You seem
tense.”

Liberty climbed off of her leather recliner and walked over
to Mason. She stood before him, filling the space between his knees. He reached
for her hand and pulled her to his lap, situating her limbs until she lay with
her head on his chest, legs draped to the side and hip pressed into his
abdomen. His fingers went to her neck and toyed with the curls that had fallen
loose from her clip.

His fingers traced gentle circles over her skin and began to
lightly massage some of her tension out of her shoulders. Liberty let the
stresses of the day wash away as her husband’s large hands moved over her neck,
shoulders, and back.

His palms coasted under her arms and found her breasts. Strong
palms cupped them through her light blouse and toyed with the mounds until her
nipples formed hard points under his gentle touch. She leaned into him and soon
her blouse was being pulled over her shoulders and tossed onto the floor.

“That’s it, baby, let me take care of you.”

His lips caressed her shoulders and his tongue found that
sensitive spot in the curve of her neck. Her head fell back over his arm and
his fingers fondled her breasts through the slight material of her lace bra.

Liberty pressed her thighs together as heat pooled between
her folds. Mason’s hand drifted over her belly and stopped just between her
legs. He turned her on his lap and whispered, “Kiss me, Liberty.”

Their mouths made a slow exploration of each other. Licking
and nipping, tasting and loving one another. Her skin began to heat and she
found herself tugging at Mason’s clothing. His fingers wrapped around her
wrist, a gentle but unbreakable hold as he pulled her hand away. “No. This is
about you. Let me pleasure you.”

She was frustrated for only a minute and then surrendered to
his command. He plucked at the ties of her linen pants until they came undone.
With a soft nudge he helped her stand and step out of them. She stood before
him in nothing but her bra and panties, quivering, awaiting his next move.

Mason leaned forward and kissed her soft tummy. His tongue
licked slowly over her hip as his thumbs fit under the elastic and began to
draw the fabric downward. Her sex was hot and swollen, the cool air of the room
soothing to her heat.

“Step out,” he whispered as her panties fell to her ankles.
He sat back a moment to look at her and her fingers began to twitch at her
sides. Leaning forward, Mason gently licked the tip of her clit budding out
from the hood of her sex. Liberty sighed. His lips, rather than kissing her
sex, traveled over her smooth mound and back to her sensitized belly. His teeth
nipped at her hips.

He placed his large hands at her sides and, with slow,
controlled ease, glided them up her rib cage until her small breasts rested in
the V of his thumbs and index fingers. He paused there for a moment looking at
her hard, pink nipples showing through the natural colored silk of her bra then
moved on, coasting over the sensitive tips of her breasts until his fingers
found the straps resting on her shoulders.

Mason slowly pulled the straps over her arms until the
delicate cups of her bra flipped down and her breasts popped free. Glancing
down at the small slope of her breast, she watched as his hot mouth closed over
one cherry nipple. Her knees quivered and she moaned. He suckled her gently at
first and then hard. She felt as if he were pulling a piece of her soul away
with every pull of his mouth. She gasped when his teeth clamped down on the wet
bud and he sucked even harder. The shock of pain was different, jolting, like a
bee sting, yet that small touch of fire eased into something thick and
delicious that filled her veins.

Her arms remained at her side, pinned from where he left the
straps of her bra. He moved to her other nipple and sucked and bit her there as
well. Her pussy was drenched.

“God, you’re gorgeous when you cry for my touch. What do you
need, Liberty?” His tongue licked over her flesh from her belly button to where
the lace of her bra twisted around her ribs. Unable to form an answer, she
moaned.

His hand went to the apex of her thighs and she jolted, her
spine stiffening, as he surprised her by plunging one finger deep inside her
wet folds. She could barely register the invasion before he removed his digit
and sat back, resting his jaw in the curve between his thumb and forefinger. He
watched her, completely at ease and in complete command.

“Do you want to get fucked, Liberty?”

She tried not to wince at his crude words. They were wrong,
but excited her on some level. Yes, she wanted Mason inside of her. Her skin
prickled with need.

“Answer me.”

She looked into his eyes. He was serious and she reminded
herself of all she had promised the night before. He was in charge. “Yes,
Mason.”

“Yes, Mason, what?”

“Yes, Mason, I want you to fuck me.”

The corner of his lip turned up and she knew he was pleased.
“How would you like to be fucked, Liberty?”

“Hard.”

His eyes burned with lust, pupils dilating, followed by the
brief flare of his nostrils, and his expression sobered. “Go up to our room and
I’ll be there in a minute.” She leaned down to gather her clothes. “Leave
them.”

“But Sean—”

“Sean’s asleep. Do as I say.” He stood and turned off the
entertainment system. She paused for a moment, slightly unsure. “Liberty.”

At the commanding tone of his voice her body sprang into
action. She turned the knob and blinked as the soft hall lighting affected her
eyes. Looking left then right, she relaxed once she saw the hallway was empty
and Sean’s bedroom door was still closed. Her bare feet stepped into the hall
and moved toward their bedroom.

Mason grabbed her arm when she was only halfway there and
spun her. Her back crashed into the cool wall and his mouth came down on hers.
His tongue pressed past her lips and he kissed her fiercely. She moaned and
raised her knee to hook over his hip. He was hard and he jammed the bulge of
his cock into her sex. She would leave a wet mark on his pants, but she ground
herself against him anyway.

“Undo my pants, Liberty.”

Her fingers went to the waist of his pants and released the
button. She quickly lowered the zipper and his cock sprang free. Without being
told her fingers wrapped around his thickness and her thumb ran over the wet
tip. He caught her wrist and stilled her movements.

“You have to ask.”

“Can I touch you?” She was mad with lust and needed to feel
him. Surely he could grant her that.

“With your mouth.” He looked into her eyes, his own eyes
pools of dark lust. “Still want to touch me?”

“Yes.”

“On your knees.”

She dropped to her knees so fast she would probably have
bruises there. Her mouth found his thick cock and sucked him deep to the back
of her throat. Mason groaned. Liberty quickly untangled her arms from her bra
and reached for his hips, but Mason was faster. He grabbed her hands and pinned
them against the wall, over her head, in one large hand.

“Your mouth feels incredible on my cock, Liberty. Take me
deeper. I know you can.”

She shut her eyes and felt her shoulders tighten as she
leaned forward. Her mouth stretched over his hot flesh and she moved her tongue
along the underside of his cock.

“Deeper,” he commanded and she leaned into him as far as her
position allowed. The way he held her arms she could only reach so far. Mason
spread his feet apart, lowering himself another inch. His hand went to the back
of her head and sifted through her curls.

She would have felt the wall there had he not used his hand
as a buffer between her skull and the hard surface. As it were, the new
placement of his hand allowed him to thrust into her mouth.

She moaned as he filled her lips and tongue with his flesh.
Her mouth and eyes began to water as his flesh pressed farther toward the back
of her throat. “That’s it, baby. Take all of me. Just like that.”

When the smooth head of his engorged cock pressed against the
soft pallet of her throat he held himself there. Liberty started to panic as
she realized with him that deep she couldn’t breathe. Tightness gripped her
chest and her eyes burned. He pulled himself back and let her take a deep
breath through her nose. Air flooded into her lungs.

He looked down at her, his thumb reaching below her ear to
trace the gentle curve of her extended jaw. “Feel that, baby? That’s you taking
all of me. I’m going to do that again, but this time I want you to relax. When
you feel me at the back of your throat I want you to swallow so I can feel your
hot mouth constricting over my cock.”